I hear “hell’s bells”, Mariah’s song,
I feel the stampede, of their throng,
draped so lurid, in red and green,
taking peace out, from any scene,
roaring into Black Friday fights,
I’m so frightened of these lights,
not only on the street, does it whir,
also at home, my computer blurs,
I’m trying to learn, to get away from fads,
but it’s hard to swim, through pop-up ads,
fat cat accounts, rise like kites,
I’m so frightened of these lights,
the wholesome, become supersonic,
“it’s fine” they say, as if it’s tonic,
overdosing, so they can get their fill,
in the name of Christ, they do indeed kill,
all their senses, and all their insights,
they should be frightened of these lights,
you’re in, hook, line and sinker,
in a pool of mulled wine, you’re the drinker,
imbibing all that festive cheer,
not worried; at all, about next year,
you might sleep outside, in cold nights,
saying “I’m frightened of these lights”,
at this time, you see love and care,
though throughout the year, not all there,
hence, with tradition’s sake, act accordingly,
where fake redemption, is on display,
please be kind, to loved one’s plights,
as, I’m sure, they’re frightened of these lights,
let this Christmas, be a guiding torch,
let us recount; what recent years have taught,
thus, let’s enjoy, but also, exercise our wisdom,
making sure not to go on; building our prison,
so, like you, I’ll be open, to whatever invites,
to become less frightened of these lights.